This is a game about the relentless financialization of farmland in the face of global capital, which it simulates by forcing you to take your favorite poems and commit horrible, horrible crimes upon them. But the poems are not a metaphor: the concept of farming meaning from poetry is one that's interwoven with the very fabric of the game, with late-game techniques like Agribot Post-Ophism and Stacked Vertical Poetics that you can use to optimize your verses' annual yield (and therefore, the money you need to survive).
It's honestly a very bleak and depressing game, but one still filled with humor and whimsy, turned towards an ultimately tragic ending. It's funny, it's heartbreaking, it's a work of art, and I think it needs a Twitch speedrunning community. Just like in Minecraft, where players spend tens of thousands of hours generating new random worlds, playing the game hundreds of times per day in an effort to find some version of the universe that will let them finish the game slightly faster than the last person—so to might one expect to play hundreds of games of The Flood before getting a glimpse of that perfect, shining golden land: a happy ending.
Imagine how many poems you would need.
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